Poem 18

I read "The Fist" by Derek Walcott.

I thought by the title it would be a poem about anger, but it turned out to be quite the opposite. It was about the struggle between love, sanity, and life. In my mind it was about a lover dying and the other being so sad as to almost die itself. Quite the sad poem.

Poem 17

I read "Break, Break, Break" by L. A. Tennyson.

It was a sad little poem, describing days and people lost while keeping a theme of waves breaking on a coast.

It was a nice poem to read, though the theme was sad. It had a nice way of describing everyday life and time.

Poem 16

I read "The Eagle" by A. L. Tennyson.

I thoroughly enjoyed this little poem, though i cannot really say why. It described an eagle pirched on a mountain ledge by the sea, waiting for its prey and then dropping in for the kill. I mostly enjoyed its abrupt ending. It was as if the eagle had actually left the scene, or if the poem was not about the eagle at all, but the position it was momentarily at.

Poem 15

I read "Miracle Ice Cream" by Adrienne Rich.

It reminded me of my childhood, hanging out at my cousins house in the summer. We could hear the songs of the ice cream truck from blocks away and we would all crowd outside his house and wait for it to roll by. It was one of the great joys of childhood, to break up the hot day with a few minutes of cool, tasty enjoyment.

Poem 14

I read "Homecoming" by Robert Lowell.

It was a poem different from all the other ones which i have read. It was about a night at a casino with Lowell's friends where he meets a woman and wishes to sleep with her, but something happens and he does not. He is left in a daze sometimes looking for her. It was an odd poem also in the fact that it did not speak of the beauty of this woman or his love for her. It really just seemed like a one night stand. Pretty odd poem in my opinion.

Poem 13

I read "Dreams" by Langston Hughes.

I initially thought that this would be more psychedelic poetry, but I was surprised to see that it was not. It was about having the concept of a dream. It was about holding fast to your dreams because if you do not, you will not live life to the fullest. I agree with this poem completely.

Poem 12

I read "Equinox" by Joy Harjo.

It was probably one of the most confusing pieces of writing I have ever read. I really do not know what her point is. I felt like she was describing the awfulness that is the ideals of our nation. How many people like war and industry and both are killing people and animals and the environment. But thats just what i got out of it. I really am not sure what the true point of this poem was, though i guess to keep it in modern, it must have no time at all.